All day she lay there, pale and sick.
In the afternoon old Doctor Field came in to see her. He sat down by the bed and asked her some questions.
He looked at her tongue, and felt her pulse. Then he took out some little pills and gave them to Miss Rose.
“I guess you had better put her in a single room,” he said. “Give her some of these in water, every two hours during the day.”
He smiled at Clematis before he went out. “I guess she will feel better in the morning, when I come again.”
But in the morning Clematis was not better. She was worse.
“How did she pass the night?” asked Doctor Field, as he felt her pulse.
“Not very well,” said Miss Rose. “She did not sleep much, and had a good deal of pain.”
Doctor Field looked at her chest and arms.
“It might be chicken pox, or measles,” he said, “but I don’t see any of the usual signs.”